The Poet And The Wind Poem by Indira Renganathan

The Poet And The Wind

Rating: 5.0


He mused, he found
He asked the wind
'Tell me dear friend
Formless, colourless
Odourless by nature
Yet
Soothing soft
When you breeze
You're colourful
On leaves and flowers
And scented too
You are strong
Enough to play with
Rocks and mounts
Oh, what lovely ripples
You create on river
You become that of
Each thing on Earth
And so wise you become
Breathing through me too
I do wonder...'

'Stop, stop Mr.Poet
No wise you
It's my wisdom
To have held
You fit'

'Ah catch it'
Continued the poet
So wonderful you're
I agree
But tell me,
The tempest, turmoil
Your other face..why'

'Simply like your verses'
Saying the wind
Swept away swiftly
Puzzled poet
Striking and correcting
Then after repeatedly

Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,social
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glen Kappy 30 October 2016

indira, since yours was the member poem on the home page today (10/30/16 as i write in america) , i was curious about your other poems and came on this one. - i chose it because the wind is fascinating to me, because in hebrew and greek, the main languages of the bible, wind and spirit are the same word. anyway, also about wind but different, you'll find below a poem of mine. all the best to you, glen kappy Wind which rattles trees and shudders windows- what sound its own?

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 31 October 2015

Verily, a wonderful poem depicting the essence of nature, the breeze and wind A lovely dialogue indeed....10 Added to my poem list

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